Chapter 230 The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves
Mr. Han speaks straightforwardly and has a good temperament.
The whole audience laughed.
But what he said is also true.
While Han Fafa and Cui Dahai were carrying pig offal, he said coldly: "You Song Sanxi can't do that, right? My father has killed more cows than you have ever seen. You don't need a hammer to kill cows, so what else do you use?"
Give this kid a hard blow and he'll feel better.
Song Sanxi smiled and said, "So, Mr. Han, don't get excited. I will kill the cow right away."
After saying that, he quickly took off the waist meat of the two fat pigs.
Make two snapping noises, throw it into a basin, and put it together with the mutton loin.
The knife is still so fast.
The cutting is still so precise.
Mr. Cui and Mr. Han looked at it and were quite convinced.
Cui Lao said: "Old squad leader, it seems that we killed the pigs in those years in vain!"
Mr. Han nodded, "Yes, Mr.! The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and each wave is higher than the other. This little Zaizai is an all-rounder! Come on, little Zaizai, kill the cow, I am learning and studying, it doesn't matter.
How to kill with a hammer, haha..."
Song Sanxi smiled, walked over and asked Cui Yongnian to give him a killing knife.
He picked it up and looked at it, "It's still a little dull and needs to be sharpened."
Cui Yongnian smiled and said: "Brother Sanxi, you have sharpened it to the sharpest point, don't you need to sharpen it?"
Han Fafa sneered and said: "My eldest nephew, leave him alone and let him grind. I'll see if he can still kill cattle today."
Song Sanxi also had a clear understanding of Han Fang's virtue.
He didn't care, instead he smiled at the other party and immediately started sharpening his knife.
People around here couldn't help but pay attention.
Song Sanxi said while grinding: "By the way, Brother Yongnian, find me a piece of white cloth, a white wash handkerchief will do too."
Cui Yongnian was a little confused, but he went to prepare immediately.
Han Fafa smiled and said: "You kid, you are so interesting. Why, you kill a cow and you still have to wear sackcloth and show mourning?"
The onlookers burst into laughter.
Mr. Han glared at his younger son, "Son, what are you talking about? You're dozens of years old, and you're talking like this? Is it because I didn't educate you well?"
Han Fa's face felt hot and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Song Sanxi was secretly pleased that Mr. Han was a sensible and fastidious person!
On the surface, he just smiled and said, "Uncle Han's words are so humorous."
Han Fafa was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he took out his cigarette and smoked it to cover up his embarrassment.
After finishing the cigarette, Mr. Han took the cigarette and fired it again, "Invention, Xiao Song doesn't smoke? Have you forgotten?"
Han Fafa did it on purpose, but said: "I really forgot, haha..."
Then, he smoked a cigarette for Song Sanxi.
Song Sanxi smoked a cigarette and quickly sharpened the knife.
He also pulled a piece of his hair, put it against the blade, and blew on it.
Her hair was broken in front of everyone.
The whole audience was shocked.
This knife is so sharp!
I really didn't expect that he could sharpen the knife to this extent.
Cui Yongnian exclaimed, "Oh my god, Brother Sanxi, you are so good at grinding, aren't you?"
Song Sanxi raised the knife and blew on the blade, "Now, this is a good knife that can cut iron like clay. Come on, give me the scarf."
Cui Yongnian hurriedly handed him the white handkerchief he brought.
Song Sanxi took the handkerchief and walked towards the strong and tethered ox.
The whole place was silent.
Let's see if he has any new method of killing cattle.
The two old men certainly had an appreciative and knowledgeable attitude.
I quite like this youngster.
Han Fafa, holding a cigarette in his mouth, folded his hands in front of his chest, looking scrutinizing.
Little bastard, I just want to see if you can kill the flowers?
Song Sanxi came to the scalper.
The cow automatically took a few steps back, moved left and right, and struggled uneasily a few times.
The rope was passed through the nose and tied tightly, but there was nothing he could do.
This kind of animal can sometimes sense the approaching danger and become nervous.
When the pig was killed before, it was very noisy and made it feel uneasy.
Song Sanxi smiled and said, "Everything has animism, even cows are afraid of death, but without you, we can't have the New Year's Eve dinner."
Everyone listened, understood, and couldn't help laughing.
Afterwards, Song Sanxi was not in a hurry to take action.
He put the handkerchief on the scalper's back and smoked a cigarette, as if he were popularizing science.
"Our custom here is to use a hammer to kill a cow, hit it on the head, knock it unconscious, and then bleed it."
"However, when you encounter this kind of cattle, they are free-range, strong and healthy, and have strong vitality. It is not a one-time deal. It may take several hammers to knock them out."
"Cows suffer, and people suffer too. If the cow breaks away from the severe pain, it will be a bit troublesome. If the cow is in pain, it will hurt people, which is even worse."
"When a cow is in pain, the glands in its body will produce stress hormones, and the meat quality will be affected, and the taste will not be as good as it is."
These words make sense.
The two elders and many others nodded silently.
Han Fafa sneered: "Xiao Song, you have said so much, how do you kill the cow? Can you still make the cow die happily?"
Everyone laughed again.
Song Sanxi threw away the cigarette butt, "Well, it's about the same."
Han Fafa: "..."
Speechless.
Everyone's appetite was whetted and they became more concerned.
The entire audience was almost silent.
Song Sanxi said: "Brother Yongnian, bring a clean bucket and prepare to catch the cow's blood. This is a good dish."
Without saying a word, Cui Yongnian brought a clean bucket over.
Song Sanxi held an ox-killing knife in his mouth.
He has a handsome face, a free and easy style, and a cool look.
Many people secretly praised it.
He picked up the handkerchief and waved it slowly in front of Niuyanqing.
The other hand gently rubbed the cow's back and tripe.
That technique is very elegant.
Han Fa smiled and said, "I said, you kid, are you still doing health care for cows?"
There was laughter in the whole audience.
Mr. Han frowned and glared at his son, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"
Han Fafa immediately shut up and looked serious.
In my heart, I laughed coldly. Song Sanxi, this bastard, is crazy!
How could anyone do this before killing a cow?
However, Song Sanxi was waving her handkerchief, massaging, and talking, very seriously, and her voice was nice.
"Cow, don't blame humans."
"We're on our way, be quiet."
"Society has improved, and you don't have to plow the fields anymore, so you won't be tired!"
"Eat good grass and grow good meat. Your life will be quite leisurely..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all..."
"..."
Many people in the audience laughed secretly.
Because, this is too fun.
But the two old men, Cui Dahai, Cui Yongnian and many others, still figured out the way.
Song Sanxi comforted her with her hands and her voice was pleasant, and the scalpers became much quieter.
This is simply amazing!
After a while, Song Sanxi's veil covered the cow's face.
Completely, covering the scalper's eyes.
The ox stood there motionless.
At that moment, the knife Song Sanxi was holding fell into his hand.
The sword flashed and disappeared.
When everyone looked at it, oh my God!
The scalper just shuddered and stood there motionless.
The sharp butcher's knife had cut into the back of his head, right in the spine, and only the handle was exposed.
Song Sanxi, one handle.
The knife was drawn out.
Bright and sharp.
Without a trace of blood.
Cow, standing, motionless.
There was no blood at the wound.
He swung his knife downwards and wiped the cow's throat in an instant.
Reach out, take the bucket, and put it down your throat.
Wow!
The cow's blood spurted down and rushed into the bucket.
Suddenly, there was a hot smell of blood in the air...